BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Anna clung to her Master’s arm. The plug in her bottom made walking feel strange.

“Lovely ass. Well done, Jensen.”

Master Jensen acknowledged the other Dom’s comment with a nod. Anna blushed, but she kept walking. He’d decided that it was time to go back to their room. As before, he’d given her the chance to walk there, but if the plug started to come out, she’d have to ask to crawl. She doubted the massive plug currently filling her would come out, but it was turning out to be a slow walk.

She was completely naked, her abused ass on display, the black “A” still marking her breast. Master Jensen had allowed her to hold his arm, since she felt unsteady on her feet, but he didn’t let her turn into him, wouldn’t let her hide from the people who walked past. She knew he did that for her.

While yesterday he’d seemed to enjoy putting her on display, now he had returned to his normal attitude, which involved wanting no one but himself to see her stripped bare both emotionally and physically. He tensed every time someone came near them, and his right hand fisted when someone commented on her body or the plug. He forced her to parade through Las Palmas in order to remind her of her submission, and to allow her to display her marks and bruises.

When they reached their room, Jensen swept her up into his arms, carrying her in and laying her gently on the bed.

“Are you alright, Master?”

“I didn’t beat the crap out of anyone.”

“Very grown up of you.”

He grunted. “Roll over.”

Anna rolled onto her belly. He touched her hip and she drew her knees up under her, presenting her ass.

“Turn and put your knees on the side of the bed.”

She adjusted her position, grabbing fistfuls of the duvet to hold herself in place.

Two fingers entered her pussy and Anna arched her neck, moaning. The plug was so large, her pussy so tight, that his fingers felt as thick as his cock.

He grunted. “I don’t think I can fuck you with that thing in.”

Despite the wild orgasm of half an hour ago, Anna was aroused again. “Please, Master.” She didn’t care how full she was, she wanted his cock inside her.

to fit a third finger into her and

on her clit. He licked and sucked the bundle of nerves, drawing

thrusting her pussy back against his face. “Master, please, please,”

base of the plug, tugging it in time to his tongue’s movements over her clit. The added stimulation had her gasping and withering. One knee slid off the bed and Master Jensen paused long enough to help

His fingers danced over her clit, sliding easily through the wet folds of

“Good, so good.”

my fingers

inside her. She felt the tips of his fingers against her anus as he grasped the base.

“Master…”

“Concentrate on your clit.”

the spasms of her sex. Anna’s hips rose and fell. She couldn’t, wouldn’t stop the instinctive movement, the helpless thrusts that showed him exactly how much she wanted

the widest part of the plug pulled free. Anna slid forward, straining to escape the plug entirely, but he didn’t let her.

“Master, master!”

“This ass is mine.”

She shuddered. “Yes, Master.”

sobbing with arousal. Jensen pulled the anal plug all the way out

hissed as he pressed deep into her,

You’re going to come for me while I

to tell him that she couldn’t. Wanted to tell him that the pain and discomfort she felt were stronger than the pleasure.

butt he’d paddled only hours ago, the orgasm built in her belly. This

“Master, please…”

“Come, Anna.”

screamed, arching her neck. He leaned down and bit her shoulder as she came, his

out and Anna crawled up

“Come here, Anna.”

standing out sharply. He hadn’t come,

“On my lap.”

the swollen head of his cock. He plumped her breasts, then flicked her nipples until they were erect pink buds. He showed her the nipple clamps he’d hidden next to his leg. They were simple screw clamps. Licking her lips, she cupped and lifted her breasts, moaning in pleasure as